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"From Sir Robert Whitecraft," replied Miss Folliard, "and the wages of your dishonesty and his corruption are the sources of your inspiration. Take the woman away, papa." "That will do, Molly that will do," exclaimed the squire, "there is something' additional for you. What you have told us is very odd very odd, indeed. Go and get your dinner in the kitchen."
"What would you wish for dinner, Miss Folliard?" asked Lanigan calmly. "For dinner? oh, any thing, any thing; I care not what; but see Reilly, tell him I have a second key for the back gate in the garden, and also for the front; and, Lanigan " "Well, Miss Folliard; but, for God's sake, don't cry so; your eyes will get red, and your father may notice it."
"Is her father in his study, Miss Herbert? because I want to see him; I'm afeared there's a screw loose. I did see Miss Folliard; she went out a few minutes ago indeed she rather stole out towards the garden, and, I tell you the truth, she had a condemned look of her own. Try the garden, and if you don't find her there, go to the back gate, which you'll be apt to find open."
Folliard, are matters with which ladies have, and ought to have, nothing to do. I also, therefore, on behalf of our sex, decline to drink the toast; and I trust that every lady who respects herself will turn down her glass as I do." Mrs. Hastings and Helen immediately followed her example, whilst at the same time poor Helen's cheeks and neck were scarlet. "You see, sir," said Mr.
"Well," returned the Rapparee, with a smile of scorn, "I'm not a man as I suppose you may know that ever feared either of them much God forgive me for the one, I don't ask his forgiveness for the other. No, Squire Folliard, it was the goodness, the kindness, the generosity, and the charity of the Cooleen Bawn, your lovely daughter, that held my hand.
I cannot answer such a question; but why should you be unhappy, with your brave, generous, and noble heart? Surely, surely, you do not deserve it." "I said before that I have no hope, Miss Folliard. I shall carry with me my love of you through life; it is my first, and I feel it will be my last it will be the melancholy light that will burn in the sepulchre of my heart to show your image there.
"Come, sir, trust me; I will help you to your saddle." "You have not the reputation of being trustworthy," replied Mr. Folliard; "keep back, sir, at your peril; I will not trust you. My own servant will assist me." This seemed precisely the arrangement which the Rapparee and his men had contemplated.
Whitecraft, whose object was occasionally to puzzle his friend, gave a cold grin, and added: "I suppose your next step would be to make her put in security. No no, Mr. Folliard; if you will be advised by me, try the soothing system; antiphlogistic remedies are always the best in a case like hers." "Anti what? Curse me, if I can understand every tenth word you say.
In about an hour afterwards Miss Folliard returned to the drawing-room, where she found her father asleep in his arm-chair. Having awakened him gently from what appeared a disturbed dream, he looked about him, and, forgetting for a moment all that had happened, inquired in his usual eager manner where Reilly and Whitecraft were, and if they had gone.
Whilst the young stranger addressed these miscreants with such energy and determination, Mr. Folliard, who, as well as his servant, had now got to his legs, asked the latter in a whisper who he was. "By all that's happy, sir," he replied, "it's himself, the only man living that the Red Rapparee is afraid of; it's 'Willy Reilly."
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